Funny As Hell

Apparently, some guy had an argument with his girlfriend, and the next day left her an “I’m sorry” offering of presents, along with a note which made me giggle like a schoolgirl:

“The chocolates are cos I love you.
“The flowers are cos I’m sorry.
“The Tampax is cos I’m still not sure why I’m apologising so I guess you’ll need these any day now.”

Needless to say, some people have failed to see the humor in it because, as we all know, no woman has ever been pre-menstrually irritable.

Of course, it’s only going to make things worse for him, as all experienced men will acknowledge, but it’s worth it.

Oh, and for those who think it’s “passive-aggressive”, what would you think if he’d just plonked down a box of Tampax and his note read, “Take one and call me in the morning.”

Now that’s  aggressive.

Oh, Why Not?

Executive Summary:  Single mother of four young kids has two jobs (barmaid and elder-care worker), but can’t keep her head above water financially.  Then she quits both, starts her own work-from-home business, and makes literally thousands per week.

Here’s the story.  I have no problem with this, but no doubt somebody will.

This is the lady in question:

This kinda follows on from my long-ago post about changing my position on prostitution.  If all she has are those outstanding attributes, and guys are willing to pay to look at them, then why not?

I just hope that she’s putting money away for the future, because as fine as those attributes are, they are very much a depreciating asset.

Ratings

I’m not much given to the silly “rating” of women (or men, for that matter), because as with most matters of taste, one man’s 9 is another man’s 2 — e.g. Kim Kardashian, who might be rated highly by wealthy Black athletes (according to her dating history) but who would struggle to get much more than a 4 from me, for all sorts of reasons.

Still, let’s just consider this young lady:

Pretty face, lovely bust, full figure… quite tasty, in other words… depending on her personality, I’d give her a 7.  (She has crap taste in shoes, and boyfriends, as you will see in a moment.)

What interests me (apart from the obvious), is that while her (now ex-) boyfriend rated her only as a 4 — but he himself cannot be worth more than a 1 or 2, from any woman’s perspective:

I mean, seriously?

Now read the whole sorry tale, and all I can say is, she’s well rid of him and could do a whole lot better.

Closeted

I’ve always believed that Portuguese footballer Cristiano Ronaldo is either buried deep within the closet, or else he’s just one of the most effeminate men in professional football.  Here’s why:

Please.  I know that Euro men are typically more effeminate than the average, but (without a shred of proof) I bet that he has as many male fans as female fans — and by “male”, I mean the kind who would use the above as stroke material.

“Oh but Kim,”  I hear you cry out, “Cristiano has a beautiful girlfriend, and has fathered four children by her withal.”

Uh huh.  Here’s Mr. Macho at a Press conference a little while ago:

Dude’s wearing more diamonds than Liberace at a Turkish bath.  (And a woman’s engagement ring?)

Not, as they say, that there’s anything wrong with all that.  He’s still one of the greatest footballers ever to play the game, even if after he scores, he often does this “out of excitement”:

Yup.  And all over the world, men of a certain persuasion get excited too, I’ll bet.  Still, I love watching him play because, when all’s said and done, he’s an absolutely brilliant footballer.  None of that other shit matters.